you made me this way| a novel

what a fantasay you were

what a fantasy you were
the introduction

The dead man killed me, but I wasn't the first to die.

To be killed by a lover has to be the most miraculous part of any fairytale. The ropes of admiration bounding your wrists and ankles. Heartbeats so loud it locks your jaw. Being blinded by the name of love.

And in every way, I'm glad you were the one who took my life. For, it all led to you. And because of you, I'd do it all again.

All of it, All for you.

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you are what made this miraculous